Chapter One
Enter Nana
Nana knew she shouldn't have come to Namimori. This was the thought that was prominent in her mind as she tried not to lose consciousness. She was on her knees, her wrists attached to chains that stretched from two opposite walls.
Mukuro Rokudo stood before her, pondering what he was going to do to her, his cronies leisurely watching from chairs and sofas set around the damp, dark room. "Now," he said, "you will tell me where Tsunayoshi Sawada is."
Although beaten and bleeding, Nana's pride was still intact. "Never," she spat, glaring at Mukuro. "Do whatever you want to me, bastard, but I will never betray my boss."
"Very well," Mukuro said with a smirk, picked up the whip next to him, and began to lash her.
Two weeks earlier…
"Class, I'd like to introduce our new exchange student from Italy, Nana Akatsuki."
At the front of the classroom, a fairly short girl with long, silver blond hair bowed. "Please think kindly of me," she said in flawless Japanese, raising her light gray eyes to look at the class.
The girls all squealed (?), and the boys blushed. This new student, Nana, was without a doubt drop dead gorgeous. The teacher gave the class a stern glare, and they immediately quieted down. "Now, Nana," he said, "why don't you sit next to Tsuna-kun by the window?"
"Of course, sensei," she said and made her way over to the seat he had pointed out, eyeing Tsuna as she walked, a slight smile playing on her lips. Tsuna, who was preoccupied with the important task of staring at the back of Kyoko's head, didn't notice.
Nana sat down and leaned over towards Tsuna. "Hello," she said.
Tsuna jumped a bit, and looked over at the pretty foreign girl. "Oh, hi," he said, and continued staring at Kyoko.
Of course, Nana didn't take the hint. "You're Tsunayoshi Sawada, correct?" she said. "I came from Italy to look over you."
This finally caught Tsuna's attention. "Wait, what?"
Nana sighed. "I said, I came from Italy to watch over you."
"Are you a Vongola?"
"Why, yes, I am, Tenth Generation."
Tsuna winced. "Please don't call me that."
"Alright, then I won't."
An awkward silence.
"So, did the Ninth Generation send you here?"
Nana snorted and leaned back in her seat. "Yeah. I really didn't want to, but he said that it was my job as your new Guardian of the Moon, so—"
"Wait," Tsuna said, holding up a hand. "Did you say 'Guardian of the Moon'?"
"Yeah."
Tsuna rubbed his forehead. He was starting to get a headache. "I've never heard of that Guardian before."
Nana shrugged. "It's a new position. Ninth created it so that there would be someone not only loyal to him to protect you, but also so that your protector would be your age."
"So, the Guardian of the Moon answers to the generation previous to their boss?"
"Well, yeah, until that generation dies, and then they answer to their generation."
Oh, God, Tsuna thought. Not another Mafia freak who would, no doubt, embarrass him and make his life even more miserable. Great.
